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Pain and Diagon Alley

Now let's go. I apparated into the backyard of the school, and went quickly into it, as I had to still change my clothes. Our training went on as usual. For the Sensei satisfying, as his expression told me, painful for me, as my body told me. Man, my ribs hurt. I had been too slow in the turn and had gotten a hard side-kick. This was a very painful stroke of the foot, which should hit the target on a horizontal path, at right angles, in the rump region. Since I had turned at that moment and hadn't blocked it, the side-kick got me completely into my lower rib, slightly below my chest. I flew off the mat and landed ungently on the ground, which pushed the air out of my lungs. Shit, that hurt! I thought at first, they were broken. First of all, I couldn't get any air as I frantically tried to catch my breath. Phew, what a terrible pain.

I blinked, as I saw almost nothing in pain, and tried to breathe more slowly, then gently pulled myself to my legs. Sweat broke out and I gasped, but there was nothing broken, as I now recognized, just hurt. I noticed that when I pressed my hand carefully to my injured side. What did you do in such a case in the real struggle between life and death? Bite on the teeth and go back into the attack position, otherwise one would be dead, it went abruptly through my head and I just a stubborn mind.

Let's go. I ignored the pounding, constant pain, stepped resolutely back to the mat, took my position, felt the adrenaline rushing wildly through my veins, so I managed to ignore the protesting ribs and accepted the pain. I tried to focus my thoughts, breathing calmly, because where the body is weak, the will can move mountains, I always prayed to myself. The Sensei nodded to me. "I appreciate your fighting spirit, Miss Granger! Like a true warrior, shall we continue? Or shall we finish today's workout?" He asked worried.

"Continue," I snarled, swallowing the pain with my teeth clenched. Said, done and already we attacked each other again. Didn't I ever say that I had really stupid ideas in my stubbornness? If not, I'll give it to you now in writing, I'm nuts!

Crap! These were the worst pain I've ever had, and lately I've suffered so many injuries as never before. Hey, I mean, I daily fought myself to mash and this didn't go without any traces. But these were the most terrible pain in my life. Where the ribs had just been clinched before, they were now definitely broken, I was sure. Not quite broken, but I had a crack after another foot stroke, unfortunately. I had heard it crunch deep inside me and felt it. As if one had stepped on a rotten branch, and it broke through, a disgusting sound that almost let me faint.

A cruel sound! And the piercing pain that shot through my body was nothing against the one before. I had thought I could never get up again! But had I wanted it otherwise? No! At least I didn't get defeated without a fight. I was impressed by myself how well I could defend myself, despite such an injury. I would have stretched my chest out of pride if it had been possible for me. Now I was glad that I could at least stand still in such a bent posture. When I thought about it and wanted to drag myself into the changing room, the Sensei stopped me. "Miss Granger, you are impressive in your will, even if I find you can overdo it, if I may say so. I don't want to hurt you that much, we should have finished the workout. Don't you want to tell me what you are doing, to ... how can I say ... to ... don't you find that you overdo it, Miss Granger?" He frantically ran with his fingers through his short hair and if he'd longer hair he'd have scuffled his hair.

"Sensei, I'm not paranoid. This is about life and death. I don't just imagine that there are some people who are looking for me and I'm not ready to give them easy game. Please, don't feel guilty. My ribs are just bruised, that's gone tomorrow. If you want, write a letter by tomorrow, in which I can relieve you of the responsibility, should something happen to me in the training and I suffer a serious injury. Besides this, I'm freeing you from any guilt since I had instructed you to do so, would you feel any better then?" I asked sympathetically and with an admirably firm voice, considering that my ribs were just killing me. I was good, but more I was amazed that I could still think so much, even though starlets were dancing before my eyes, thanks to the steadily throbbing pain of my broken and bruised ribs.

"All right, Miss Granger, if you see it like this, I'll give you the letter tomorrow for your signature. I think we should start with the weapon training tomorrow. You're ready for it, provided you will be well then. Since we are dealing intensively with the weapon with which you want to defend yourself, it will all be a bit easier." He still looked at me worried, but seemed to be reassured by my offer, because for him too it was all about to protect himself and the dear money. Human beings were too self-calculable. Shall be right to me. I was delighted and showed this too, despite my pain. "This is wonderful, Sensei. I'm glad. I'll bring my daggers tomorrow and don't worry, that ..." I pointed my hands casually over my body, "this will be all right tomorrow again, you'll see, Sensei!" I bowed more than stiff and shortly and then limped under the showers.

Fortunately I just had the changing room for myself to heal myself quickly. I spoke a Ferula to magically brace my almost broken limbs. The crunch, when the bones ruthlessly repositioned themselves into the correct position, made me almost scream in pain, but I bit my lips until I tasted blood, quivering, and sank, almost unconscious of pain to the floor of the dressing room. Why did I do this again? Yes, the Dark Lord had returned. Exactly, that was it! Phew, now I pulled myself to the bench and took care of my wounded body, another episkey to heal the minor injuries. I was still lying on the bench more than I was sitting.

I could feel my ribs straightening, but they were still not quite healed to my sorrow. So I hobbled to my locker with a tormented grimace, rummaged for a stronger healing potion and a energizing potion, and swallowed greedily the not very good-tasting potions. Afterwards I again sat again exhausted on the bench to observe how the magic of the potions and spells began to work. I could feel how the ribs got healed, still not completely, but enough to make the pain easier to bear, and the trembling of my limbs ceased. So I began timidly to look forward to tomorrow's weapon training. I still had an hour to regenerate before I had to go back to Grimmauld Place. I had to go to the Diagon Alley, so my plan, although I hadn't expected to be this handicapped, but well, I would dare it.

After my treatment, I was able to walk upright again, wore my black-and-white dress, transformed myself back into Minna Cale in a side street and apparated into the Diagon Alley. My first goal was Ollivanders. Actually, I knew, I still needed a robe, but where to take, if not steal? So it had to be.

I was already standing in front of the shop-door, which proudly proclaimed in a peeling golden letter, that since the year 382 BC wands were sold from their own production. In the dusty shop window lay on a red pillow, just like then, when I had bought my wand here, a dark wand. Nothing had changed since then, when, with the age of eleven, thanks to Mr. Ollivander's wand, I became a real witch. I entered and was greeted by a bright bell ring. The rather dark interior seemed old, narrow, and barren. The only interior of the empty shop was a stork-legged chair, a counter, and dozens of shelves on the walls filled with boxes from floor to ceiling. I knew there was a magic wand resting on a colorful fabric bed in each of these boxes. The atmosphere was exciting because here you got your first magic tool.

"What can I do for you, Miss?" Said a gentle voice from the back of the workshop.

"Mr. Ollivander, I need a wand holder like Aurors have one," I yelled frankly and honestly. And already a lively, older wizard with large, pale-silver eyes came to see me, looking at me rather stiffly and searchingly, not seeming to blink.

"Mhh, yes yes yes. Of course, one moment please. I wonder because I can remember every magic wand I've sold, but I believe I've never met you," he muttered mutely, tapping his lip with his forefinger.

"That's right, I'm not from here." I wouldn't say any more, because that wasn't his business.

"Oh, that's right. I always say, I know the magic wand for every wizard," and emerged again behind a shelf. "What kind of material would you like for the holder?"

"Well, the best you have ... leather, dragon leather, no idea, what do you recommend, Mr. Ollivander?" I put this into his knowing hands.

"The standard equipment of the Aurors is a holder made of ebony leather, without much equipment, but an invisibility charm lies on all of them. You can wear it on the arm or thigh, it's self-adjusting, ... but ... there is also a better one ... but the cost accordingly more. These are made of light dragon leather and they have an automatic accio integrated. If you drop your wand inadvertently, it is automatically recalled, it's an invention of the family of Ollivander, family secrets. The invisibility charm is standard, exactly, that would be it," he finished dreamily, seemingly in his element.

"Then the expensive variant. How much do I owe you?" I replied scarcely, as my ribs still tormented me, and I wanted nothing but to snuggle into my bed.

"Wait a second," it sounded muffled as the older man submerged behind his sales bar and was digging around. "Here we have the good piece!" Now he cautiously held the magic wand holder made of dark dragon leather in his hand towards me.

"A beautiful piece," I praised the exquisite piece.

"True, a masterpiece, but also not cheap. That'll be 80 galleons!" He just explained, then looked at me expectantly.

I once again pulled out my blood-pouch and fished out 80 golden galleons. "Thank you!" I said, reaching for the holder, turning my back to Ollivander, lifting my dress not very shy. Right here I put the wand holder around my thigh and see, when I finished, the invisibility charm started to work. I dropped my dress and looked over my shoulder at Ollivander, who was watching me a little speechless.

"Sits like a second skin and holds what you promised, thanks again," I smiled at him cynically, because of his perplexed look and walked out of the store. I still had to buy a crate of butter-beer at the Leaky Cauldron, because that would be my way to send the Weasley siblings to sleep. I shrinked the box, put it in my sports bag and apparated. So I would make it on time for dinner, at 8 pm. When I arrived at the parallel side street from Grimmauld Place, I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything had once again turned to my full satisfaction, even if breathing seemed to be very difficult for me at the moment, because I became painfully aware of my ribs again and I wavered slightly, but I bit my tongue and forced myself to go on and continue. The effect of the potions diminished, but I only wanted to take the next dose when I went to bed.

So I put my illegal whitethorn wand in my newly acquired holder on my thigh. It was a good feeling. I should've thought about it before of buying a holder. Even the magic that lay on this holster was awesome, a really good purchase. And so I walked quickly and happy with everything into the house and immediately into the kitchen.